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Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get

Fuck Friendz

2Pac

Until the End of Time

2001

Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted
As you pass by, winkin' my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps, baby? (What's up?)
Come get

Headbanger

EPMD

Def Jam Music Group Tenth Year Anniversary Box Set

1995

The head banger 
Verse One: Parrish Smith 
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks 
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots

face
Peep the pussy pass it to my partner
Bitch you got erased
We get that money everyday and we live
And a nigga got two kids
We pull up in

with Jason
Yea God's gonna win, Golden Fleece to my man

Movin like an argonaut, blast you like an astronaut
Our heads is in the sky like the raider

the overlords
I threw a left and undercut the underboss
Hahahaha

Get live get live get live get live get live
If you couldn't see me then, you can't fuck wit me

alone
Get out of my face
I just want to be alone
Kiss my lips and
Stay here for the summer
I can go all night just
Don't fucking cough

And I can't count

(don't get pissed)
And all Guinness Stout and you done know we live comfortable (no doubt)
Money make di gun dem bust out (any second, stupid)

I got tricks, up my sleeve
I got bands, finally
Shorty thick, Kylie
She a freak, in the sheets
Im boutta smoke, this weed
How’s life? VIP
Live my

getcha off my mind (yeah, yeah)

You're stuck in my head (yeah), can't get you out (out)
Yeah, swear you're my drug (drug), I can't live without
I'm

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

2Pac

Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

1993

And aw yeah, I wanna feel guilty
But you punk motherfuckers tried to milk me
You'll get smacked behind the ear with my mobile, my pager
It's beepin'

Judgement Day

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

Smell like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum prum prum on my

what I like
Out here looking like a snack
And She know to keep it tight
No matter who you are
No matter what you did
No matter your from 
You bad here my

Headbanger

EPMD

Business Never Personal

1992

The head banger 
Verse One: Parrish Smith 
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks 
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots

obligation

When the Saints go marching in
I will deny you as my kin
But you get to live on this planet
When the Saints go marching in

Oh when the Saints go

is all I need now she can't get me out her head like Kylie
I'm a boss with the old school and one with the new school
Diluted my pupils when life gave

through what I've been through
What'd you mean
Stay thugged out, ain't gotta G for my team
None of these guys ain't seen what I've seen
None of these guys

When I make my money, got to get my dime

Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa, higher than the moon

You called up in the sky
You

Judgement Day

Method Man

Tical 2000: Judgement Day

1998

like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my

on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy you

said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier

it would seem like a scheme
More bad memories than good, what we formed was dead
Do I still love her?, cause I just can't get her out of my head
I

he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby

em proud (Make em proud) and get my head up out the sky (Out the sky) 
And I don't know if I will live (If I will live) if  everyday i'm scared to say